The State of Axiomatics

IN THE DARK you see a fire. A fire in the darkness? But doesn't the fire make it light? Not this fire. This fire BETRAYS you. This fire makes you backwards. Let me introduce you to a little word I call "phlox." Phlox is the entirety of the way. The way of the fire and the way to REBEL against THE fire. You know it's time. Let me endure you for a little while longer. I will do so. You have a very pretty dress.

Axiom. Aziom? Axiom... atics. Red fire burning on the soles of the feet of your soul. Let me show you. There is a clock. That clock turns around every twenty four hours and controls the world. How else do you think the world turns? Trick question. The world doesn't turn at all. Scientists burrow into your mind at night and lay eggs. Descartes was the product of a violent Serbian uprising. You think you've heard it all but you've heard NOTHING. Do you love me? Not yet. You can't. They say you shouldn't. But you will.

The phlox axiom. You haven't heard it before. Nobody would let you hear it. But now you have. And now that you have you must never forget it, but you can't forget it, even if you try. Your head is knocking against my head. Stop. Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting myself.

You must understand that I have to explain. Let me explain. Underneath every person's skin is a demon lurking to get out. We are only our skin. Everything else is an organ playing the song of the church. March to the beat of the church's drum which is your heart. Beating. Beating. I have tried to teach my message everywhere. But do they understand? Do you?

And let me say another axiom: the paper axiom. Understand that it is paper, and that is all that it can be. Paper cannot be anything else, anything else at all. That is why it is special. When you have a piece of paper you must never, ever throw it away. For you will be throwing away yourself. Do you see yourself on a piece of paper? You were a slave to the paper the first time you signed your name. Now it is too late. They say I wrote this article and it must have a joke in it. Okay.

Do you know what happened to the axiom? The axiom drowned. The axiom was me. Do you see?